A Dragon against the Whole World

Rolling heat waves continuously surged from the body of the Red Iron Dragon, baking the air around him and causing it to shimmer slightly.

The intense collision of heat and cold air produced a subtle sizzling sound, sending up dense clouds of white steam that enveloped his massive body, appearing and disappearing, adding an extra sense of oppressiveness and danger.

Galos had just finished a long session of training.

His heavy breathing, like scorching red scales, slowly returned to normal, and the high temperature on his body began to subside, with the steam slowly dissipating.

Crack! Crack!

He gently shook his body, and with a series of dense and crisp sounds, the Cold Burst Scales covering his body surface abruptly shattered along countless fine cracks, rustling down into a layer of shattered scales on the ground, revealing his black-red scale armor covered with battle scar patterns.

"The Cold Burst Scales can no longer keep up with the intensity of my current training."

Galos looked down, gazing at the ground filled with shattered scales, assessing inwardly.

Not to mention the Red Lotus Mode and Blood Burst Mode, even the most ordinary Excited State, if prolonged, generates heat intense enough to overwhelm this outer layer, causing it to gradually collapse.

Its only effect for Galos now is the ability to absorb and convert heat energy, serving as the key to unlocking the Red Lotus Mode.

Aside from that, its defensive enhancement has become negligible.

Moreover, Galos had an increasingly pronounced feeling.

As he underwent day after day of brutal training, the Cold Burst Scales went through cycles of shattering and regeneration.

However, rather than becoming harder and tougher, they seemed to grow increasingly fragile with each collapse, and the cycle for regeneration quietly extended.

Conversely, his underlying source scale armor was becoming progressively harder, even beginning to gain resilience.

Beneath the scales, there often came a subtle, itching sensation, as if something was growing and reshaping.

Galos knew clearly what this meant.

Though calm and subtle, his body was continuously adapting to external and environmental influences, evolving slowly but steadily.

The defense of the scales, often bearing various attacks, naturally held utmost importance.

This layer of Cold Burst Scales, no longer suited to his current power level, was being instinctively adapted by his body, gradually evolving into something more suitable for his future path.

"The sleep of youth, by then, the core lies in the evolution of blood."

"However, I have never ceased targeted training for scale defense and wing agility; perhaps these two aspects can also complete their respective adaptation and evolution."

Galos stretched his dragon wings, keenly sensing every tiny change in his body.

At that moment, a strong wind swept in, carrying snowflakes.

Eloquent and regal, Nasha, whose golden scales glistened, landed on the ground not far from the Red Iron Dragon.

She initially wanted to invite Galos for a new round of martial exchanges, however, before she could speak, her gaze was caught by the formidable form of the Red Iron Dragon, still radiating residual warmth from its recent training session.

The black-red scale armor covered with battle scar patterns, under the sunlight, resembled the hardest steel.

The taut muscle lines radiated explosive power.

.... Nasha instinctively lifted her front claw, covered in golden scales, and placed it on the broad, firm chest of the Red Iron Dragon.

The touch was warm, the scales hard, as though she was touching a dormant volcano.

"Hm?"

Galos returned to his senses from the awareness of his own state, gazing at the Golden Dragon, who had suddenly made such a move; under his gaze, Nasha seemed electrocuted, swiftly withdrawing her claw.

She felt her face heat up, luckily masked by her golden scales.

"The training session some time ago was too intense, my claw didn’t obey my command, somehow it just reached out."

She hastily made an excuse, her tone marked by obvious awkwardness, while internally she berated herself furiously.

Nasha, oh Nasha, your head’s not clear, how could your claw act on its own?! Even if there are some feelings, you shouldn’t act on them so directly!

Darn it, will I be seen as a frivolous Golden Dragon?

The Red Iron Dragon glanced at the Golden Dragon, whose eyes were evasive and somewhat guilty, but didn’t think much of it, merely saying: "Since there’s an issue with controlling your body, then you should rest well for a while."

"For a Martial Dragon, not being able to perfectly control one’s body is a major taboo."

Across from him, Nasha heard this, and internally breathed a sigh of relief, nodding quickly: "You’re right, I’ll keep that in mind."

Galos didn’t continue dwelling on the awkward incident.

He instead asked: "What brings you here to find me?"

Due to the earlier awkward mishap, Nasha temporarily abandoned the idea of a martial exchange.

She switched the topic, saying: "I wanted to ask if you’re interested in taking a tour of the Metal Dragon Domain?"

Upon hearing this, Galos didn’t immediately express, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

On Bernardo Planet, there are a total of five main Metal Dragon Domains, each under the protection of a Metal Dragon King.

For example, the Raging Waves Dragon Domain where Red Silver Dragon Deborah’s family resides is governed by the Bronze Dragon King; while the Fubo Dragon Domain of Golden Dragon Alberto and Nasha is under the reign of a Silver Dragon King.

Galos had never set foot in any Metal Dragon Domain.

The records about the Dragon Domain in his Dragon’s Legacy were quite scarce and vague.

After all, his ancestors were mostly renowned as Evil Dragons, thus there was little friendly exchange with the Metal Dragon Domain.